I am a wanderer, i wander hopelessly,
From the light to the dark, defying form, matter and time.
From the lone ice-clad mountains to the noisy warm breezy shores,
From unfathomable ocean depths to montrous darkness lurking deep to the bones.
From contentment and gratitude,
to grudge, terror and fallen dew.
I have lived through stories of vallor and gallant,
to those of timidity and angst.
From great historics written in gold,
to the tales in empty diary pages that nobody has told.
From spine-chilling silence of the faraways nobody has seen,
to the chatters and noisy banters of everyday places known.
From the pure warm happiness of the old lady meeting her...